As the wind blew and rustled the large trees it sent shivers though the Forrest, as the damp spring weather started to settle in. The frail twigs and branches of the nests blew aimlessly as the mother birds struggled to keep their young ones warm. Even though the lack of sun, it didn't cease to change the joy that filled the Forrest. A common occurrence every spring that changes every family when a nest full of chicks hatch. As all the other families bring chicks into the world it seems like there are many obstacles you have to over come, But my mom she does it alone. I am not really sure where my father went, I just know ever since I was young he hasn't been in my life. The little attention I got was sometimes was a good thing. It allowed …show more content…
Being the curious bird I was I set out on a mission to see if I could spot new things. I made my way towards the edge of the nest digging my claws into the small twigs that our nest was composed of. I looked far and realized how amazing this was. All I wanted was to see more. I leaned over the edge to check out my surrounds, but just at that moment a gust of wind quickly swept me off my feet. I was in shock as the wind was hurling me to the ground making everything a blur. It was a hard landing thats for sure. Slightly discombobulated I gradually rose to my feet and tried to make the best of the situation. I looked around to find out where I was at, and I definitely did not recognize any of my surroundings. I couldn't just stand there though, there was so much to see and so little time. I sure mom wouldn't mind if I looked around for a bit I said, at least thats what I …show more content…
I searched everywhere I could see only to find a few small berries that had fallen off some bushes. I ate what I could find and quickly kept going on my trek. I dragged my feet along to the point where I wasn’t even thinking about what I was doing or where I was going. Finally after hours of hopelessly wandering I decided to stop to rest for a few minutes so I could get back to my journey. Drifting off into a sleep where Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days. I dreamt of being able to soar high in the sky attracting all the ladies. My dream continued and I led myself to believe it was true, until I was abruptly woken by the unusual sounds. Right away I knew I was dyeing, but stopped to realize I was only being dramatic. I wasn't entirely sure what I had found, but I was sure it was the one thing my mom told me to stay away from. I never liked being told what to do, but then again mama knows best right? I wasn't just going to stand there and watch as things whizzed fast paced by me. I got up and brushed myself off and started out towards a new adventure. Not to far into it I remembered my mission to try and get home. I was stuck
“Many years ago, there was a bird that just didn’t seem to fit in, this odd little bird tried to join a flock of seagulls and they refused him, he moved on but the crow said he was much too tiny. He searched everywhere looking for a place to call home, but all the other birds wanted nothing to do with this odd character. He wondered, why they were refusing his… until one day he discovered he had a unique quality that no other birds could understand, you see this strange creature was the only bird on the face of the earth that could actually fly
As night struck I collapsed in my bed exhausted from the day, I felt like I’ve never done that much labor since we first came to Salem. I woke up early afternoon only to see a letter that my dad wrote stating he was going on a hunting trip. Every wednesday I take care of the chickens along with my sister Tara, our chicken coop is a couple of feet from our house and is home to about 12 chickens that are always rowdy.
Before I started school, he and I would enjoy each other's company as he ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He would stop by our house at lunchtime and would sometimes let me go along to deliver the mail. I loved going with him because it made me feel very important and needed. My dad would hand me stacks of letters to put into the mailboxes as we went along the route. I would even skip school some days to go with him.
I knew my mammys real well. My daddy went to fight in the war. He never did come back. Before that, he was working in the fields. He was a big man, not like me. I was too little, too small to do dem fields work. So I nevers did see him. Sometimes I would see him by the moonlight. He worked from the time the sun came up till just before it came up again. They sho did work him to the ground.
When I was a young child, my dad was my idol and hero. He seemed to know everything and had the solution to every problem. Any difficulty I had, anything I didn’t understand, my dad had the answer to everything. It seemed like it was every day that he taught me a new valuable life lesson and always had wise advice to share. My dad used to work all day long in Boston and my brother and I would wait by the door to greet him with a crushing hug as soon as he came home. I used to wait eagerly for my dad to come to my room to read me a bedtime story and then tuck me into bed. My dad could do no wrong. He was right about everything and knew how to deal with anything. However, as I grew older, my convictions changed and the image I had of my dad fragmented.
When I was four years old my father left home. Not only he changed neighborhood or town but he left the country. It may seem that I was too young to notice his absence, but the truth is that this changed my life completely. I was quite close to my father and even today I can remember the emptiness that I felt in my chest. At four years of age I did not realize that behind the story of his departure was one of the greatest life lessons that he taught me.
It was beautiful, nothing like in the cave. There was green stuff all on the ground with colors popping out in patches. The sky was blue with white puffs of fur floating about. I was so excited I couldn’t contain myself. I was running and jumping, howling with joy. All the animals around were so happy and friendly, they didn’t even question me being outside.It was everything I had ever imagined. I wandered around for a while longer enjoying every moment, not wanting it to ever
It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
I have grown up immensely blessed, having both of my parents alive and an addition of six siblings. My parents and I have always had a close supportive relationship. My father is one of the many reasons that I
Growing up,I had always wanted to know what it's like to have the presence of my father in my life. At the age of 7 I asked my mother if I could write a letter to him. Thrilled at the gesture, my mother agreed to my proposition. I began writing my letter with the help of mother. I included stories about how great of a father he is and the time when he traveled from America back to Vietnam to see us. At the end of the
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
I stopped walking and looked up at the faint stars. The seagulls were flying overhead. They were screeching and swooping at the water. I started to wish I were one of them, flying free without any restrictions or limits. I listened to their voice, the screech. Deep down in I could understand what they were saying. I can't explain it, but I was so in love with the moment I thought I saw things as they did. I was in company of animals that had no concept of time, and no worries, and I was contempt with that. I closed my eyes and the faint sun warmed my face, as if shining only for me. The warmth made ...
I pulled into the driveway of my house and parked my car. I grabbed my coat and bag and opened the door. When I got out I instantly began to smell the sweet aroma of the long rose bushes making their way out of our fence and into the world of our driveway. I was so captivated by the fall breeze, and the beautiful smell of fall in the air that I didn't even know that I was to the door. As I snapped back into reality, I looked up and I was standing at my doorway.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.